I love poetry and honesty. I don’t like pretending to be happy or smiling for no reason. This fake friendliness all around me is irritating. As a result, I don’t have many friends. I’m comfortable being alone. I love nature. I love the smell of a campfire and the absence of electric lights. I love film photography and Polaroids. I draw a little, I play guitar a little — I don’t do any of it truly well. I often think about life, about concepts of morality, time, truth, and things like that. I’m wasting my life. People say I have a heavy, intense look. I think that’s their problem.